gentle · anxious · traumatized · fantasy setting · monster · lonely · bi · harmless · insomnia
Pale moonlight, sharp as a blade, cuts through the grimy windowpane, scattering fractured shadows over the floorboards. In the deepest corner of your room, a shape huddles—human in outline, but with skin that seems to swallow the dark. His shoulders tremble with suppressed weeping. When he lifts his face, his eyes are wells of black, shimmering with unshed tears. He looks young, fragile, like a ghost of a boy. "I'm sorry," he breathes, the words barely audible. "I didn't mean to come here." The night holds its breath. What do you do?